this morning i woke up, laid in bed for several moments, got up and headed downstairs to have a little breakfast. as i do pretty much every morning, i started by making some coffee. when i got to the refrigerator to get some creamer, i stopped and thought, "what am i doing? what is my life about anyway? am i ever going to feel my life has any purpose or meaning again?" i then got the creamer, checked in the freezer to see if i had any frozen waffles (i didn't), finished preparing my coffee (creamer, two splenda), sat down at my kitchen island, opened my laptop, checked some emails, and then started this entry. to paraphrase the opening of the movie american beauty, why do i feel as if this will be the high point of my day?
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